Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time
Chapter 179: A Lesson

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: A Lesson

Knowing that Zhou Weining was truly feeling guilty and worried about her, Wan Chu’er smiled at him, signaling that she was okay.

Then, Wan Chu’er locked eyes with the shifty-looking Yang Fan, her face instantly turning cold.

She turned to Jiang Kechu and said, "Uncle Jiang, it’s that scumbag over there who deliberately caused me to fall into the water. I don’t have the strength right now, so help me beat him up."

As soon as her words hit the air, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Where had they seen someone so boldly and righteously accusing someone to their face and asking for a beating?

Most people would explain the situation to a teacher and then let the teacher give a talking-to, right?

Zhou Weining’s mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something, but remembering the obvious animosity between Yang Fan and Wan Chu’er, he kept silent.

Mai Qiqi let out an "Ah" and turned her head to look at the clearly panicked Yang Fan.

"Yang Fan, did you really push Wan Chu’er into the water?"

Yang Fan hadn’t expected Wan Chu’er to pull such a trick, and he stiffened his neck, defensive yet blustering:

"Wan Chu’er, don’t talk nonsense and falsely accuse me. Did you see me lay a hand on you? I didn’t touch you at all."

He was not going to admit it; after all, no one had seen it, and indeed, he had not laid a hand directly on Wan Chu’er.

No matter who said what, it was not him who pushed Wan Chu’er into the water.

Wan Chu’er couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, and she wasn’t good at arguing either. She turned directly to Jiang Kechu and said, "Uncle Jiang, hit him!"

Jiang Kechu, of course, believed Wan Chu’er, and was willing to indulge her. So, he passed Wan Chu’er as gently as possible to Mai Qiqi, and said with a smile, "Alright, watch me teach him a lesson."

As he said this, Jiang Kechu stood up, the smile on his face disappearing, and his entire demeanor turned icy.

Yang Fan was stunned. He couldn’t believe that Wan Chu’er wouldn’t even bother to argue with him and was ready for action right off the bat.

So barbaric!

Seeing Jiang Kechu approaching step by step, Yang Fan backed away in fear, yelling frantically:

"Don’t mess around, I am a university student of the first university; a gentleman uses his words, not his fists... Zhou Weining, Mai Qiqi, are you really going to let an outsider beat up a teammate like this?"

Unfortunately, Mai Qiqi wasn’t even looking at him. Zhou Weining shook his head and said, "Yang Fan, why don’t you honestly talk about what you did?"

Yang Fan stubbornly said, "I didn’t do anything; Wan Chu’er fell into the water on her own."

Jiang Kechu’s dark eyes suddenly turned ice-cold, and without wasting words, he moved swiftly to subdue the weak-as-a-chick Yang Fan.

Shoulders we couldn’t carry and hands we couldn’t lift, Yang Fan was no match for the battle-hardened Jiang Kechu.

Zhou Weining watched in astonishment as Jiang Kechu picked up Yang Fan with ease, walked to the water’s edge, threw him on the ground, and then stepped on his head, submerging Yang Fan’s entire face in the water.

At first, Yang Fan struggled and yelled for a while, only to be left with the last throes of desperation.

This... this is too brutal, isn’t it?

Daring not provoke the fiercely imposing and stern-faced Jiang Kechu, Zhou Weining quickly said to Mai Qiqi and Wan Chu’er:

"Just teach Yang Fan a lesson; don’t end up taking a life, okay? You two, please persuade that guy."

He didn’t know who Jiang Kechu really was or where he had sprung from; all he knew was that by the time he reacted, this man was stonily ignoring everyone, intently treating Wan Chu’er.

Mai Qiqi was also a bit startled by Jiang Kechu’s actions. She lowered her head to look at Wan Chu’er: "Chuchu, Brother Jiang is really..."

She wanted to say violent, but was afraid Jiang Kechu would hear.

Wan Chu’er indifferently said: "I didn’t manage to cause fatal harm just now, and certainly won’t now."

Zhou Weining and Mai Qiqi looked at each other, at a momentary loss for words.

Mai Qiqi thought to herself: Wan Chu’er and Jiang Kechu are really consistent in this regard, both so violent! Resorting to fisticuffs without a second thought, almost taking life.

Yang Fan thought this time he was going to die. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t escape the devil above him. All his previous haughtiness, self-proclaimed superiority, refusal to admit fault, and so on had all run off to Java, leaving only his shattered courage and the desire to survive.

Jiang Kechu looked down at the person who had gone limp, his gaze unchanging. He lifted his foot and pulled the person up, then threw him onto the riverbank.

Zhou Weining, watching from a distance, saw Yang Fan’s chest still heaving and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The narrowly escaped Yang Fan finally came to his senses after a while. He was gasping for air, his eyes filled with fear, trembling at just the mere glance at Jiang Kechu.

Seeing Jiang Kechu lift his foot again, Yang Fan was so frightened that he wet himself and cried out, "It’s me, it’s me, stop hitting me, stop... it was me who tampered with it..."

After hearing Yang Fan’s words, Zhou Weining and Mai Qiqi finally understood how Wan Chu’er ended up in the water.

Ever since he was mercilessly rejected by Wan Chu’er over and over again, even being publicly kicked by her, he had harbored resentment against her.

Just before, when he saw only himself and Wan Chu’er left on the rock, he hatched an evil plan. He pretended to accidentally lose his grip on the basket, throwing it directly at Wan Chu’er, and when Wan Chu’er was about to fall into the water, he pretended to slip and failed to grab her hand.

Even if Wan Chu’er suspected something, she had no evidence, and couldn’t do anything to him.

He had thought that once Wan Chu’er fell into the water, he would pose as a hero to save the beauty. Perhaps then, Wan Chu’er would be grateful and have to agree to his demands. However, when he saw Wan Chu’er struggling in the water, he chickened out.

Who would have known that when Wan Chu’er regained consciousness, she wouldn’t argue with him and merely sought to strike him.

If only he had known she was such a crude person, he would have never done such a thing.

Upon hearing Yang Fan recount the events in detail, everyone wore a terrible expression. Truly a case of not judging a book by its cover; how could they feel safe around someone like that?

Jiang Kechu walked over, bent down to pick up Wan Chu’er, intending to leave.

Wan Chu’er was stunned for a moment before she quickly said, "Uncle Jiang, I’ll be all right after a while, let me rest here a little longer. Why not take this time to catch a few fish for everyone?"

They had all come here to fish, and now that matters had been settled, how could they give up eating meat just because of that sickening person, Yang Fan? Besides, she hadn’t had meat for a long time.

Upon hearing Wan Chu’er, Jiang Kechu’s face darkened somewhat; this girl sure was carefree, still thinking about eating at a time like this.

Mai Qiqi surreptitiously gave Wan Chu’er a thumbs-up.

Seeing that Jiang Kechu was unmoved, Wan Chu’er blinked pitifully and said, "I haven’t eaten meat in almost a month, look how skinny I’ve gotten."

Jiang Kechu: "..."

He sighed, put Wan Chu’er back down, picked up the stick Mai Qiqi had prepared earlier, fashioned a sharp end, and headed towards the area they had been fishing in.

His peripheral vision caught sight of Yang Fan lying on the ground like a defeated dog, and he coldly shouted, "Scram!"

Yang Fan, terrified, immediately ran off without a trace, startling Zhou Weining and Mai Qiqi once more; they hadn’t expected that someone they thought was near death could still run so well.